This is a song about "Condeming the gangstar"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The fiends supply the shady

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Gangstar am a gangstar since i unleashed ma anger, all because

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,